Chapter 334 – Chapter 334: Bad Boy 1
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel lobby cafe, people walking along the boulevard stop one by one. The lady in the suit, the children in school uniform, and the family in decently attire started to walk more slowly and settled down appropriately.
People who settle down as if they are so tired that they want to go to sleep right away. They sit with their backs against a tree-lined tree or lie down on the bare ground with the chin of a sidewalk block as a pillow, and then slowly close their eyes and fall asleep.
No vehicles hit the sidewalk or people were knocked over and injured. People driving by also parked their cars on the side of the road and lay side by side next to people who were already asleep. Inside the cafe, the staff start to lie down one by one, tipping over on a table or using the trunk behind the front desk as a pillow.
“What is this?”
“Can’t a fairy play such a big prank?”
“… If not one?”
“What?”
Han Ye-ji, who was looking out the window, answered Lee Ha-rin’s words as she looked around and guessed people’s pulse. She puts her finger on the trigger as she stares into the air outside her floor-to-ceiling window. She was a foreknowledge who swallowed saliva without answering the incarnations’ questions, but the incarnations’ doubts had no choice but to be resolved immediately.
—Mr. Fairy Mr. Fairy, please give us a dream~
The fairy who was spinning around the cafe lights started singing.
— Singing with lips like roses
— Give the child in the cradle a dream
Then, the chorus echoing through the glass windows responds to the fairy’s small singing voice of hers. A chorus resounding strangely, as if a swarm of bees were buzzing through the window. Like the sound of footsteps approaching in an alley, the song begins to grow louder and louder.
Now I can see the main characters of the song that I heard outside the window. Fairies flapping their wings like flocks of birds flying over people sleeping in the streets. The fairies I saw in the forest were so numerous that they covered the sky along the roadside as if they were only a small fraction. Citizens sleeping peacefully on the ground, fairies flying in chorus in the sky.
And a black sorcerer who walks slowly, leading the fairies like a shepherd to his flock.
— Shh, kid, lay down with your head down
— Grab your pillow and hide under the covers
When I go out of the hotel, the chorus of fairies is heard louder and clearer. The singing voice of a black sorcerer who opened his mouth wide and sang together as if the practice of silence was over. The sweet voice of a boy who has not yet gone through puberty from the mouth of a fairly old middle-aged woman fills the streets with the songs of fairies.
—Give the child in the cradle a dream
— Sing me with lips as sweet as clover
“Who can explain what this is? Ha Eun-ah? Harin-ah?”
“…I don’t think there’s any hostility, but I think it’ll be quicker to listen to the explanation from that shaman.”
After all, no one is awake except for me, my incarnations, and the shaman. Still, the voices of the fairies and sorcerers are good, and no one is hurt, so there is no sense of fear, but a street is filled with sleeping people, so there is no way you can understand the situation. As I waited quietly at the hotel entrance, the sorcerer finally reached me.
— Good boy, cut your head and lie down
— Bad boy, cover up and hide
— The fairy goes, the fairy goes
The street where she always handed her candy to me, within reach if she stretched out her arms. As if they had made a calculation, their footsteps stopped, and both the shaman’s song and the fairy’s chorus came to an end. What can be heard from the quiet street is the small giggles of the fairies. I spoke to the shaman, feeling the calm and warm feeling felt by the sleeping people.
“Is this your third present?”
“Yes that’s right.”
She thought that if she kept silent this time, she would be beaten, but she did, even if she broke her silence by singing a song, she answered right away. The eyes of the incarnations are drawn to the low woman’s voice, which is obviously different from when she sings. Maybe it’s because I’m overly wary of shamans… No, hundreds of people on the street are asleep, isn’t that excessive?
“Can I say the first one is candy, the second is the apocalypse, and the third is this chorus, fairy prank?”
“Little things that make you feel good, small gifts that help you do your job, and big gifts that will help you in the future.”
“…Ah!”
“Three presents?”
It was Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun, who were well acquainted with witchcraft, who responded to the sorcerer’s answer, which sounded like catching clouds. A name that jumps right out, as if it were a fairly famous fairy tale in this side of the world. Of course, it’s just a random name that I’ve never heard of since I’m from another world.
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On this flat continent, there is a fairly famous fairy tale, The Tale of the Three Gifts from the Fairies.
A girl who went to play in the forest meets a little boy fairy and befriends her and receives a gift from her. The first thing you receive is a ripe raspberry. When the girl is delighted with the taste, she gives her a second gift, a quill made from a feather she picked up in the forest. After studying with her quill, the girl’s grades soared, and she was delighted and thanked the fairy, and she gave her a third gift. The third and final gift is the sparkling Spirit Mana Stone. Thanks to that, the girl is a brilliant incarnation—
“Are you suddenly incarnating there?”
“Yes, Constellation-nim. What else can a girl full of blood dream of?”
“Oh, that’s it again…”
For me, the ending is a bit odd, but anyway, the story of the three gifts, a fairy tale based on a true story, was a story that even contained a lesson. It contains the lesson that you can become a great person if you learn to be grateful for the little things, and the advice that you shouldn’t show disappointment even if the fairy’s gift is trivial.
In short, it could be seen as mental education wearing the mask of a fairy tale, instilling how a child should act when he or she meets a fairy or gets a chance. Fairy tales from previous lives only contain lessons, but this world is a world where fairies live in the forest next door and fly out to play when bored.
In that sense, I could see that my actions coincided with the fairy tale to some extent. It was because the sorcerer who had approached me in a good mood handed it over to me, so I accepted it and ate it with ease, even if it was just homemade candy or cookies.
Honestly, it’s because it’s delicious, but it’s possible to interpret it in a magical way, saying that I was grateful for trivial things despite being in a high position as a constellation. Well, compared to the gifts that are usually sent, handmade candies and cookies are insignificant and shabby, right?
“So I understand the fairy tale story, but why are these people sleeping?”
However, this did not mean that all doubts were resolved. If you follow the fairy tale content as it is, a single wild strawberry is replaced with a few homemade candies. The quills that help you study are paralyzed doomsday idiots who are sent to cabins and hotels to help round up apocalypseists.
Then, finally, why is the magic stone of the spirit that makes a girl an outstanding incarnation a chorus of fairies that puts the people of the city to sleep?
That’s a bit snobbish, but… There is also the magic stone of the dreamer given by the burning tyrant, and even in fairy tales, the fairy gave the magic stone of the spirit. It’s not that I ask you to strengthen our incarnations.
What would be the success as a Constellation? If the incarnations you raise do well, that’s success.
“Because that’s the greatest gift I can give to the Constellation.”
“This?”
“Yeah, just wait a little bit and you’ll find out.”
The sorcerer, who smiles at my question, which may seem a bit uncomfortable because it sounds suspicious, starts rolling something like a bead of beads on her wrist her with her signature palms together. The sound that came out of her mouth was not a soft boy’s voice or a relaxed aunt’s voice, but a baby’s babbling mumble.
At the same time, there is a dramatic reaction from the people lying side by side on the street. People who start to laugh as if the corners of their lips are about to tear, and people who sob as if they are screaming with arrogance on their faces. Two conflicting emotions suddenly felt by people who were sleeping peacefully.
“What is this?”
“Hey! Take out your smart phone from the arms of those crying bitches!”
“What?”
Unlike me, who stays still in bewilderment, the incarnations start to move hurriedly. So having nightmares is a bad kid… Are you a criminal like an apocalypse? Among the people who fell asleep, there weren’t that many people who were in tears, so the task of sorting out the incarnations came to an end more easily than expected.
Our incarnations who lift nightmare women like carrying bags of rice. Even if it’s a solid forearm full of health, it’s thin enough to be held in one hand, but it’s a little strange to see it anytime. Among them, a total of 15 women had hypnosis applications in their smartphones.
“Is fifteen a lot?”
“Well, considering the overall ratio, it’s a small number, but shouldn’t it be considered a lot if you only have 15 around the hotel?”
“Then what’s the rest?”
“I’m not an apocalypseist, but I’m either a helping bitch or just a criminal or something.”
It feels strange to see women struggling with their arms in the air, groaning, or curling up sobbing. The emotions I feel are colored with fear and sadness, but for some reason, seeing them makes me hungry. Then the sorcerer comes to me and whispers softly.
“How about it, Constellation-nim. Isn’t it the greatest gift that fairies can give to a dreamer?”
“…This?”
“Isn’t it? It’s a nightmare created by the fairies themselves.”
The third gift, various nightmares. Somehow this shaman seemed to know more about the dreamer than I did.
